Everyone has a sky of their own, and everyone's sky is different. Put them all together, and they form a colorful world. The sky I write about is made up of truth and falsehood, kindness and evil, beauty and ugliness.
Wu Xing thought he was something special, thought he could solve anything. Then he discovered that the world wasn't as simple as he'd imagined. But by the time he understood, it was already too late. He had lost what he should have lost, and even what he should never have lost.
Yi Hong was gentle and elegant. She always believed the world was beautiful, and that he could bring her happiness. But hope is only hope. Love was not wrong, and neither was she. The only mistake was a sky that didn't belong to her.
Wu Yixiang was forthright and full of beautiful dreams. He believed that if he opened his heart and let go of everything he ought to give up, then things would work out. But he didn't understand. Someone whose heart has died can never let go, because there is nothing left for them to give up.
Wang Yao was sweet and mischievous. Every day she was happy, every day she had a beautiful dream. Her innocence and purity were the loveliest things about her. But everything must come to an end. People have to grow up, after all, and so did she.
Four people, one sky; four people, one little world. With a sky and a world, the things that were meant to happen came to pass. Their world was made up of beautiful moments and painful ones. Love, hate, passion, and vengeance intertwined to form their lives, their stories, and this book.
Maybe my heart is the same as yours, maybe my life is the same as yours It was a happy beginning, but the result was a tragedy in vain I don't want to see it, it's just a novel in vain. What kind of sky is the sky?
GOOD```~GOOD~~~!